Hey look buddy, I’m an engineer. That means I solve problems
I HAVE A SNIPER RIFLE AIMED AT YOU FROM
Not problems like what is beauty, because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy
I solve practical problems, for instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind?
The answer? Use a gun.
Guys im just messing around. Fire is like hiding under the kitchen sink. Come on out little pickle! I’m NOT threatening anybodies life. Just your soul.
And if that don’t work? Use more gun.
Like this, heavy-caliber tripod-mounted little-old-number designed by me. Built, by me.
And you best hope…not pointed at you.
GAHAHA I got to say it
INTRUDER ALERT! A RED spy is in the base!
A RED Spy is in the base?
Protect the briefcase!
No one is scared of you mass.
And I keep telling you, I’m a melon.
I know you want my pickle, but that ain’t happening.
We need to protect the briefcase!"
Yo, a little help here?
What kinds you got?
Alright, alright, I got it. Stand back son. One, one, one, uhh, one!
it called the horny pills!
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!